“Now juggle,” House tossed over his shoulder at Chase, who held his coffee cup, House’s eraser, and a pencil precariously in his hands (you even wait a moment, you’re sure Chase might start, just to impress House).

“Nah, I’m sure she’ll love it,” you hand the necklace—a birthday gift for Cameron—back to Chase, desperately pushing down the sharp pain of…something…that comes with the knowledge that he cares for her that much.

You hand him his milkshake at the rest stop---a three-hour drive to the patient’s house is far from fun---and, for some reason, when your fingers brush, you get the distinct feeling he doesn’t want to pull away.

You always sit next to him, and you’ve perfected the lack-of-caring look on your face whenever he shifts closer to you, or brushes his arm against yours (because, really, House doesn’t need to see the thrill, it would just make him more miserable).

“Gonna tell me how you figured out the carpet matched the drapes?” House asks, holding the money just out of your reach and smirking, “No? Then I guess we can’t really call you the victor now, can we?”

Twenty-five one-sentence prompts for 1sentence, the theme is Chase/Foreman

#01 – WalkingHis feet scrape along the slick tile floor of the lab, and you realize that you should’ve figured out about his father’s death a long time ago.

#02 – Waltz“If you two keep dancing around each other like this,” House tells you, shooting an annoyed glance at the blond doctor in the other room, “You’ll not only drive yourselves crazy, you’ll annoy the hell out of me.”

#03 – WishesThe first time you ask him if he regrets anything, his eyes bore into yours like red hot screws, his words are sharp: “If wishes were rainbows, Dr. Foreman, we’d all have gold.”

#04 – WonderHis eyebrow raises at your question, but, really, it’s a reasonable one, and if the carpet really does match the drapes then House owes you fifty bucks.

#05 – Worry“Honestly, Foreman, I’m fine---“ the door to the exam room slams behind him, and the memory of his red-tinged eyes haunt you the rest of the day.

#06 – WhimsyThe little girl’s fingers entwine Chase’s hair with a smile, like she was touching spun gold; really, you understand her enrapturement, and you’ve been longing to touch it, too.

#07 - Waste/WastelandThe bile rises from your throat, and Chase gently rubs your back, murmuring something about the filth of the patient’s apartment being part of his illness---but really, all you can feel is ill.

#08 - Whiskey and rum“You take another shot and you know I’ll try to take you home,” he says, and you wonder if that was a warning or a promise as the burning liquid slides down your throat.

#10 – WeddingsChase is straightening Wilson’s tie, muttering something about four times being the charm, but your mind is on how Chase’s hair curls just above the bowtie on the tuxedo (oh, there’s got to be some sort of medical basis behind how he’s so fucking attractive.)

#11 – BirthdayThe band of the watch, the best birthday gift this year, is smooth beneath your fingers, and before you can stop yourself, you thank him for the gift with your lips on his.

#12 – Blessing“Chase prays before each surgery, I saw him with the rosary beads this morning,” Cameron’s voice is somewhere between awe and disgust, “He’s brilliant enough on his own, why does he think he needs some sort of God?”

#13 – BiasNo matter how many times you wake up next to him, the starkness of his pale skin against yours (or maybe it’s the darkness of yours against his) burns into your eyes and burns the image of your mother’s disapproving face behind your corneas.

#14 – BurningLecturing Chase on the dangers of fire, even as you’re bandaging up blistering red wounds, seems almost hypocritical; after all, you were the one who told him to take off his shirt, even though the burn is on his arm.

#15 – BreathingAir streams from his nose against the cold, “You have no idea what this is like,” he says in an inhumanly ragged voice, “Parents, siblings, that’s you, and I’ve just got me.”

#16 – BreakingThe “Why the hell did you call me” dies on your lips at the sight of his ramshackled house---everything broken, but his hands are clutched around a picture of a little blond boy and a woman, and he’s looking up at you like you can fix everything.

#17 – Belief“I was in seminary,” he confides to you and Cameron over a few drinks, “That nun, she was full of bullshit; belief doesn’t save you, it just makes you bitter when nothing good happens.”

#18 – BalloonThe multicolored mylar screams at you from across the room, and, for reasons you can’t figure out, Chase seems to find House’s birthday balloons to you a hysterical treat from the ordinary.

#19 – BalconyYou sip at your coffee as you sit on House and Wilson’s balcony; raising an eyebrow you ask Chase if the two of you will ever become quite as pathetically in love as the two of them.

#20 – BaneHouse all but slaps Chase on the back of the head as he leaves, and all the scowls in the world at House’s back can’t take away the nagging jealousy you feel whenever Chase’s eyes lay on the older doctor a minute or two too long.

#21 – QuietHe’s far from a screamer---almost too silent as your lips trail down his body, thumbs press into his hipbones---and when you scream his name, it feels like sacrilege, breaking such beautiful quiet.

#22 – QuirksYou demand to know what exactly the pencil did to him, and Chase, the chewed-up wood dangling from his lips, looks at you in confusion, asking, “Nothing, why do you ask?”

#24 – Quarrel“Lovers spat?” House’s smirk is almost too much to take, and you scowl in reply, the red slap mark on your cheek really already answers his question well enough.

#25 – QuittingAll the ‘no’s in the world can’t stop you, and eventually the paper finds its way to House’s desk, Chase’s eyes slicing red cuts up and down your body so you know how much you’re hurting him, too.

Title: What You WantWritten For:santahouse_mdDisclaimer: Not mine. Though it couldn't be more canon if I'd planned it.Pairing: House/ChaseSpoilers: NoneRatings: RWarnings: A POV practice piece, I've never written 1st AND 2nd personat the same time beforeStory Notes: It's fluffy! Well, this is really as close to fluff as I get.

She smoothed her skirt and stood outside the small office door. Her outfit: Nice. Simple, but still attractive. The skirt was darted, so it showed off how long she’d worked on her abs this last summer, the jacket was fitted at ¾ length and fit her bosom snugly, and her shoes were stylishly pointy.

They hurt.

She really hoped he didn’t hire her for her shoes, there was no way she was working in them. Ever.

A tall, boyishly handsome older man opened the glass door. “Dr. Cameron?” he asked uncertainly, “Uh, Dr. House will see you now.”

She smiled, pressing down the bubbling sense of nervousness that seemed to creep over her. So, this nice-looking man wasn’t Dr. House. Damn. She opened the door and took a step inside. The office was small, kind of cramped, with books lining several shelves and a wooden and metal desk sitting just around the middle of the room. It wasn’t really the desk that she noticed though, it was the man, with his legs propped up on the desk and a smug sort of grin on his face, that caught her eye.

“Dr. House?” she said, forcing a smile on her face and extending her hand, “I’m Dr. Allison Cameron.”

“Yeah, I guessed it,” House replied with a bit of a smirk. She was taken by the striking blue of his eyes. They seemed to bore into her.

“Should’ve just sent me a headshot,” he quipped, “Would’ve made the interviewing process that much easier.”

Cameron’s butt wasn’t even entirely in the chair in front of the desk and already she wanted to run away. Another man, looking at her. Ignoring her brain, focusing on her looks.

“Yes, well, I’m sure the way she wears her makeup will really improve your team,” the other doctor, who’s nametag said ‘Dr. James Wilson’ replied in a deeply sarcastic tone. He leaned forward from where he was sitting and snapped in a quiet voice, “You promised Cuddy you’d at least try to fill these positions. Two years is too long to have a fellowship without any fellows.”

“Yeah,” Dr. House tossed his hand in the air as though he were batting the other doctor away, “But why does it have to be ‘fellows’, I’ve already got Chase. He does enough crosswords to fill all the positions.”

Dr. Wilson fixed the other man with an annoyed glare, and Cameron found herself wondering who would give in first. To her surprise, the harder-looking doctor gave a sigh and picked up her resume.

”Okaaay,” he said, unwrapping a red lollipop and sticking it in his mouth, “Tell me why I should hire you.”

“I would be an asset to your fellowship,” Cameron replied with a smile, “I have several years of post-medical school training in immunological studies, and my experience with the Mayo clinic---“